part 3

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Elsas Pov.

The chief comes back into the library. He knees down infront of me.

Are you okay he asked

I shook my head. The chief gritted his teeth.

Want me to bring you to your room he asked

I don't want to walk I murmured

I can carry you he suggested

No I sighed

I get up and standed up. I held my stomach tight and I took a step and I felt my leg give out. And I almost hit the wood floor when The chief had me in his arms.

I'll carry you besides your light as a feather said The chief

I blushed from his words.
He picked me up and carried me up the spiral staircase. I held onto his blanket type cape in arms. I smelled the forest in his cape a scent of pine.

It smelt amazing. I took a deep breath of it. I saw the chief looked down at me in his arms smirked.

Left I whispered

I gasped to the sight. The hallways been raided. I crawled out of his arms and ran down the hallway to my parents room.

The door was wide opened. Two men vikings were in there.

Get out I yelled

They laughed. They stopped laughing when The chief was behind me. They ran out.

Wait yelled the chief

The two vikings stopped.

Give me everything you  have from theses rooms said The cheif

They sighed and came back and gave them half my mothers jewels and Anna and mine tiaria and my fathers watch and reading glasses.

If I see you on the floor I will throw you out of the window growled the chief

They nodded and ran off. I sighed heavely. I took a deep breath and stepped in my parents bedroom.

I haven't been in here since my parents died. The chief lays the jewels on the bed. I took everything that belonged to my parents and put them where they were.

I looked and saw my mothers broken hand mirror. I started to cry heavely. I fell to the carpet floor.

I started to cry harder. The chief kneels down to me and had his hand on my shoulder. I crawled into his arms I started to cry harder in his chest.

I pulled myself away.

Please dont let anyone on this floor I sobbed

The cheif nodded. I took the hand mirror. None of the glass peices fell out. Their was a huge crack in the middle. I layed it down on the table.

I pulled myself to my feet and The chief followed me out of my parents room. I closed the door.
I hit my head on the door. And took a deep breath.

Please go I asked

I'll...be back tomorrow said the chief

Wait I asked

He turned around and came back to me.

Don't let anyone up here except my maid I mumbled

Anything for you he says

Thank you I said

He pulled out of my arms and left. I was alone on my familys floor. I left my parents room. I saw on the wall three paintings. There are many paintings down these halls but these three are our families favorite.

The first painting was my parents at there wedding. My mother in a silk white dress. Her eyes with bright stars and My dad was wearing his king suite holding my mother hand. They were so happy.

I can't believe I'm not going to be that happy on my wedding day I mumbled

The other one was Anna and I. Anna was wearing a red velvet dress with a red stone necklace. Her tiara was red with gold. I was wearing a blue silk dress that hugged my curves perfectly and my hair was in a braided bun. I was only 17 and anna was 15.

The last painting was unbearable I couldn't look at it. It was the last family portraits of our parents and anna and I. We were smiling brightly. Mother was hugging Anna and Father was hugging me tight.

I wipped the tears away from my eyes. I headed to my room. I saw that Annas and mine were opened.

I went into Annas room. I started to pick up everything up. I then found the dolls we used to play with when we were kids on her window sill.

I laughed softly. I picked them up and put them back. When I finished I closed the bedroom door and went into my room.

My room wasn't that messy. My closet was raided but I still had my clothes and my jewlery was back. I just didn't want to do anything. I closed the door and clasped on the bed. I just let my warm covers surround me in warmth but it wasn't like Hiccups arms.

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